Reincarnated Into A World Of Elves As The Only Man-Chapter 28: ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!!

Eren woke with a start, the lingering images of Elena’s nightmarish forest still vivid in his mind. Sunlight streamed through the gauzy curtains of his chamber, yet the shadows of his dream seemed to cling to him, refusing to dissipate with the morning light.

He sat up, pressing his palms against his eyes as if he could physically push away the memory of Elena’s knowing smile, her cryptic words about prophecies and hidden magic. The crown of thorns, the blackening earth beneath her feet, the forest that responded to her emotions—it felt too real, too detailed to dismiss as a mere dream.

’What you’ve seen of your mother’s air elements is merely the surface of what’s possible,’ her words echoed in his mind.

Eren’s hands dropped to his lap. If this wasn’t simply his mind conjuring nightmares, if Elena had truly reached across realms to speak to him...

"Are they hiding things from me?" he whispered to the empty room. The question hung in the still morning air, unanswered.

He thought back to his conversations with Naia about magic in this world. She had explained the basic elements, demonstrated simple skills, but had there been hesitation in her eyes? Had she deliberately kept her explanations surface-level? And his mother—her powers as Queen seemed to extend beyond mere air manipulation, yet she’d never elaborated on the full extent of her abilities.

The more Eren thought about it, the more certain he became. He needed answers, and he wouldn’t find them waiting patiently to be offered. The only person likely to give him straight information was Lyra. His warrior sister had proven the most direct, the least concerned with protecting Eren’s supposed fragile state.

With new determination, Eren dressed quickly in simple attire and set out toward Lyra’s chambers on the eastern wing of the palace. As he strode through the corridors, servants bowed respectfully.

"Good morning, Princess Eren," a young elf murmured as she passed with an armful of fresh linens.

"Morning," Eren replied absently, his mind too preoccupied to notice her pleased surprise at being acknowledged.

Another servant, Rose—a wiry elf with keen amber eyes who always seemed to be watching Eren’s movements around the palace—offered a deeper bow than usual. "Princess, you’re up early today. Is there anything you require?"

"No, thank you," Eren said curtly, noting how Rose’s gaze lingered a moment too long before the servant continued on his way.

’That one bears watching,’ Eren thought. ’Too observant by half.’

He reached Lyra’s chambers and hesitated only briefly before knocking firmly on the ornate wooden door.

"Come in," came Lyra’s muffled voice from within.

Eren pushed open the door and paused at the threshold, taking in his sister’s quarters. This was the first time he’d ventured into her personal space since his reincarnation. The room reflected Lyra’s character perfectly—sparse and functional. Weapons hung in methodical rows along one wall. A large table dominated the center, covered with maps and tactical documents. The only concession to comfort was a worn leather armchair positioned by the window.

Lyra herself was still in bed, propped up against pillows, a frown creasing her brow as she studied a scroll. Her silvery hair was tousled from sleep, making her look younger than her usual composed self.

She glanced up, surprise evident in her twilight-colored eyes. "Eren? What brings you here so early? You’ve never come to my chambers before."

Eren closed the door behind him, ignoring her question. Now that the moment had arrived, he found his frustration burning hotter than anticipated.

"Don’t lie to me, Lyra. What are you and Mother hiding from me?"

Lyra’s expression shifted from surprise to wariness. She set aside her scroll, giving him her full attention. "What do you mean by that?"

Eren took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. Accusation wouldn’t get him the answers he sought. He moved to sit at the edge of her bed, his voice gentler when he spoke again.

"I want to know about our world. The things no one seems willing to tell me."

Lyra studied him for a long moment, her gaze searching. "But Naia told me she explained everything to you. The kingdoms, the elements, our history..."

’So Naia is involved too,’ Eren thought, his suspicions confirmed. Aloud, he pushed further. "Surface knowledge. Basics any child would know. But what about the deeper magics? The true capabilities of our elements?"

A flicker of something—alarm? guilt?—crossed Lyra’s face before she schooled her features back to neutrality. "I don’t know what you’re talking about. We’ve held nothing back from you."

"Haven’t you?" Eren pressed, watching her carefully. "Mother’s powers seem far beyond simple air manipulation. The way the council defers to her suggests abilities they fear as much as respect. And you—I’ve seen you move faster than should be possible in training. Are these just advanced techniques, or something more fundamental you’ve chosen not to share?"

Lyra’s jaw tightened, her eyes never leaving his. "Your existent has been our priority. Some knowledge comes with time, with experience. It cannot be rushed."

"That’s not an answer," Eren said, frustration creeping back into his tone.

"It’s the only one I have to give," Lyra replied firmly. "If Mother has chosen to withhold certain teachings, she has her reasons."

They stared at each other in tense silence, neither willing to yield. Finally, Eren stood with a sigh that masked his inner turmoil.

"Thanks, sis," he said with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. "You’ve been very... illuminating."

He left without waiting for her response, the door closing with a soft click that belied his inner turmoil.

Back in his chambers, Eren paced like a caged animal, frustration building with each step. The walls that had seemed so beautiful, so welcoming just days ago, now felt like a gilded prison.

"ENOUGH!" he shouted suddenly, slamming his fist against the wall. "ENOUGH OF THESE BULLSHIT!,ENOUGH OF THIS PRETENDING!!"

The outburst left him breathing heavily, his knuckles stinging. A small dent marred the previously perfect surface.

’First I was a useless nobody on Earth,’ he thought bitterly, ’and now I’m kept in the dark by everyone around me. The helpless princess who needs protection and guidance.’

He stopped at the window, staring out at the kingdom spread below. The silver spires and elegant architecture that had once filled him with wonder now seemed distant, untouchable.

’I’ve forgotten myself in this world,’ he realized. ’I’ve become soft, pliant. Playing the part of Mother’s perfect daughter. Seeking permission and advice before making any move.’

The memory of bathing with Naia flashed in his mind—how he’d been so careful, so afraid to cross boundaries or acknowledge his own desires. He’d been meek, uncertain, allowing others to define his place in this new existence.

"If this world needs me to save them," Eren said, his voice low but vibrating with intensity, "I’ll do it on MY TERMS! Not as their pawn, not as their precious princess!"

The decision crystallized in his mind with sudden clarity. Elena had offered answers, had recognized something in him that even his own family refused to acknowledge. Perhaps the path forward lay not with those who would keep him ignorant for his "protection," but with the very enemy they feared.

"I WILL NOT BE KEPT IN THE DARK ANY LONGER!" he shouted to the empty room, his voice echoing off the walls. "I am not their puppet to manipulate!"

He turned from the window with newfound purpose, chest heaving with the force of his determination.

’I need to get to Elena,’ he decided. ’Whatever the cost.’

Gone was the hesitant newcomer to this world, the dutiful daughter or perhaps son trying to please a mother whose approval seemed forever just out of reach. If his family chose secrets over trust, then he would seek truth elsewhere. No more playing by their rules or accepting the limited role they’d designed for him.

He thought of the women in this realm—Naia’s gentle touch, Lyra’s strength,Sorrel watchful eye, the water-keeper’s respectful deference—and a darker part of himself, one that had lain dormant since his arrival, stirred with awakening ambition.

’I’ve been living like a shadow of myself,’ Eren thought, running his fingers over the scar on his collarbone, a reminder of his previous life’s end and this one’s beginning. ’But no more. I will take what I want. I will become what I choose, not what they design for me.’

If Elena could truly offer the knowledge his family withheld, if she knew the truth about his unusual presence in this world, then the risk might be worth the reward. The warning glances between his mother and the council, the carefully measured explanations from his sisters—all pointed to something significant being kept from him. Something that might be crucial to understanding his purpose here. free𝑤ebnovel.com

Eren moved to the ornate desk in the corner of his room and began to write, plans forming with each stroke of the pen. He would need supplies, knowledge of the border routes, and a diversion to ensure his absence wasn’t immediately noted. The journey to Thornvale would be dangerous, but staying here, trapped in ignorance, now seemed the greater risk.

"I will have answers," he said through gritted teeth, determination hardening his features. "One way or another."

As morning light filled the room, casting long shadows across the floor, Eren’s expression set with grim resolve. The forest of his nightmare beckoned, and this time, he would face it on his own terms.